Page 8 of Deceit

Not waiting to see if he was going to strike her, I stormed over to them, myheart leaping out of my body as the petite woman came into view.

Sophie.

Her face was twisted in a mix of fear and panic as themeatheadtoweredover her.

“Get your hands off me!” she squealed, trying her hardest to shake him off.

“You heard her,”I growled, my voice deadly.

The fucker was huge; bigger than me, not that I was worried about his size.I’d spent years training to fight, not to mention the two guns I had strapped in my holster under my suit jacket.

But I didn’t need to worry about himturninghis wrath on me. Thesecond he spun to face me, his eyes widened, and he instantly released Sophie’s arm.

“Mr.Wolfe,”the dickhead started, holding his hands in surrender.“Please.We don’t want any trouble.Sofiaforgot about thetreaty; she’s just a kid who doesn’t know any better. I’ll get her out of here, and you’ll never have to see her again, I give you my word.”

My mind worked overtime as I looked between the man andSophie,whosebrowshad shot up in surprise, her eyes brimming with tears while her bottom lip quivered.

Treaty.

Sofia.

It didn’t take long for the dots to join.

Sofia Bianchi.

The one fucking person Theo could absolutelynotfall for.

My eyes narrowed on her, betrayal beginning to swirl in the pit of mystomach.

“Milo-”she started, snapping me out of my daze.

“Don’t fucking call me that. It’s Mr. Wolfe to you,” I hissed, stepping closer to her. The meathead rightly stayed where he was, not daringto try and stop me from getting close to her. “You’re a fucking Bianchi?” I added, disbelief heavy in my tone.

A tear slid down her cheek as she slowly nodded her head, disappointmentfilling her gorgeous eyes. Fury turned to rage, threatening to burst out of me like a volcano, destroying everything in its path. As I stared at her, I ran through in my head what I knew abouther. She looked nothing like the only photo I’d managed to obtain of her, but that was years ago, when she was a child.

My heart dropped into mystomachas I recalled another piece of informationI’d obtained from a source a while back. She’d been out of the country for the last two years to attend a school inItaly.

“You’re afuckingkid,”I sneered, looking her up and down, disgustedwith myself for the things I’d imagined doing to her.Fuck, I was nearly thirty, as wasTheo.

She was fucking jailbait.

“I’m…I’mseventeen,”she whispered defensively, another tear falling.

“Get out.”I tore mygazeaway from her to snarl at themeathead.“Get herthefuckout of my city, and if I find that either of you have so much as crossed a toe over the border again, I swear to god, I won’t hesitate to start a war.”

“Yes, of course. Thank you, Mr. Wolfe,” Meathead replied, grabbing Sofia’s arm again.

I returned mygazeto her, looking her up and down in revulsion.“It’s onlybecause I love mycousinthat I’m not putting a bullet in your head right this second. Now get thefuckout of here. I never want to see you again.”

I stormed away asMeatheadpulled her to the exit, trying to think of how inthefuckI was going to explain toTheothat the woman he wascrazyabout was the daughter of our number one enemy.

Chapter 1

Sofia

The longer I stared at the wedding dress hanging ominously in my walk-in wardrobe, the more I felt like the room around me was shrinking, making it harder and harder to breathe.

The enormous dress was a death sentence, mocking me about my impending execution.